And ever through the toilsome way he tells of joys to come,

And points the pilgrim to his rest, the wanderer to his home.

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Anonymous.

"SHE SAITH UNTO HIM, MASTER."

They are always together, the Master and she; He loved her, and chose her His own bride to be. Her service was loyal and loving and free—

You will find them together the Master and she; Should you meet her, the first words to greet you would be

"I've a dear precious Master, come with me and see!"

Yes, they 're always together the Master and she; Long ago she had heard Him say "Come unto

Me,"

Long ago she had answered “I come, Lord, with Thee."

Forever united the Master and she

When you look in her glorified face you will see How dear to the Bridegroom she always must be !

The sweetest of visions He gives her to see,

(She will show them to you, she has shown them to me,)

For you see they 're together, the Master and she!

Unknown.

MY VESPER SONG.

Filled with weariness and pain,
Scarcely strong enough to pray,

In this twilight hour I sit,-
Sit and sing my doubt away.

O'er my broken purposes,

Ere the coming shadows roll, Let me build a bridge of song: "Jesus, lover of my soul,

"Let me to Thy bosom fly."

How the words my thoughts repeat !
To Thy bosom, Lord, I come,

Though unfit to kiss Thy feet.

Once I gathered sheaves for Thee,
Dreaming I could hold them fast;
Now I can but idly sing,

"Oh, receive my soul at last!"

I am weary of my fears,

Like a child when night comes on ; In the shadow, Lord, I sing,

"Leave, ah, leave me not alone!"

Through the tears I still must shed,
Through the evil yet to be,
Though I falter while I sing,
"Still support and comfort me."

"All my trust on Thee is stayed," Does the rhythm of the song, Softly falling on my heart,

Make its pulses firm and strong;

Or is this Thy perfect peace

Now descending while I sing,

That my soul may sleep to-night

"Neath the shadow of Thy wing"?

"Thou of life the fountain art.”

If I slumber on Thy breast,

If I sing myself to sleep,-
Sleep and death alike are rest.

Through the shadows overpast,
Through the shadows yet to be,
Let the ladder of my song

"Rise to all eternity."

Note by note its silver bars
May my soul in love ascend,
Till I reach the highest round
In Thy kingdom without end.

Not impatiently I sing,

Though I stretch my hands and cry: "Jesus, lover of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly!"

FOR JESUS' SAKE.

Three little words, but full of sweetest meaning, Three little words the heart can scarcely hold, Three little words, but on their import dwelling, What tenderness of love do they unfold!

"For My sake" cheer the suffering, help the needy:

On earth this was My work; I give it thee; If thou wouldst follow in thy Master's footsteps, Take thou and bear My cross and learn of Me.

"For My sake" let the harsh word die unuttered,

That trembles on the swift, impetuous tongue; "For My sake" check the quick rebellious feeling Which rises when thy brother does thee wrong.

"For My sake" press thou with all patience onward,

Although the race be hard, the battle long; Within thy Father's house are many mansions, There thine own voice shall join the victor's song.

And if in coming days the world revile thee,
If “for My sake" thou suffer pain and loss,
Bear on, faint heart, thy Master went before thee,
They only wear His crown who share His cross.

Jennie Alexander.

"A DAUGHTER OF THE KING.”

"A Daughter of The King," am I,
Why need I then bewail,

Though all the world should pass me by,
Though many a friend should fail ?
No matter where my path may be,
Nor what each day may bring,

I 'll hold myself right royally,
"A Daughter of The King."

My Father! King of Kings is He,
And He is Lord of all;

"T is He upholds the universe,

Or marks each sparrow's fall.